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... dred years of texture.
Through his high [perception] and the occupation of a prototype, he can conceive a very evil black wizard in his mind.
When he reached out and touched the black skeleton that was giving away, the imagination between his head was more specific, and even the eyeballs that were stretched with black smoke wanted to rush to the arm of Reagan to corrode his body.
Alas! A burst of electromagnetic rushing, the eyes between the arms were dry and falling off.
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